Lyrics:
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And said let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day

On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day

vrijdag 7 augustus 2015

Traditional. This one goes back to 1840s and
was recorded by Planxty , Paul Brady and Bob Dylan. The first verion is by Andy
Irvine with Plankty. all the other versions of the song are included here. The
sheet music is below. Thanks to Marc Fahrbach for the chords for the Planxty version.

Long Version in GI (G)had a first cousin called Arthur McBrideHe and (C)I took a (G)stroll down (Am)by the sea(C)side;(G)Seeking good fortune and (C)what might be(G)tideIt was just as the (Am)day was a'(C)daw(D)nin'And (G)after restin' we (C)both took a (G)trampWe (C)met Sergeant (G)Harper and (Am)Corporal (C)CrampBe(G)sides the wee drummer who beat up the campWith his row-dee-(D)dow-dow in the (G)morningHe says my young fellows if you will enlistA guinea you quickly will have in your fistBesides a crown for to kick up the dustAnd drink the King's health in the morningFor a soldier he leads a very fine lifeHe always is blessed with a charming young wifeAnd he pays all his debts without sorrow or strifeAnd always lives happy and charmingAnd a soldier he always is decent and cleanIn the finest of garments he's constantly seenWhile other poor fellows go dirty and meanAnd sup on thin gruel in the morningSays Arthur, I wouldn't be proud of your clothesYou've only the lend of them as I supposeAnd you dare not change them one night or you knowIf you do you'll be flogged in the morningAnd although we are single and freeWe take great delight in our own companyAnd we have no desire strange countries to seeAlthough your offer is charmingAnd we have no desire to take your advanceAll hazards and danger we barter on chanceand you'd have no scruples to send us to FranceWhere we would be shot without warningAnd now says the sergeant, if I hear but one wordI'll instantly now will out with my swordAnd into your bodies as strength will affordSo now my gay devils take warningBut Arthur and I we took the oddsWe gave them no chance to launch out their swordsWhacking shillelaghs came over their headsAnd paid them right smart in the morningAs for the wee drummer, we rifled his powAnd made a football of his row-do-dow-dowInto the ocean to rock and to rollAnd bade it a tedious returnin'As for the old rapier that hung by his sideWe flung it as far as we could in the tideTo the Devil I pitch you, says Arthur McBrideTo temper your steel in the morning